"The birds they sang
at the break of day
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be...
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."-- Leonard Cohen
Monday I had half of my teeth cleaned, not the top half or the bottom half, but the right side of my mouth from the molars to the gap between my front teeth. Which may be why I felt so lopsided until the second half was cleaned yesterday afternoon and my balance was restored. Then I had an interview from a journalist in New York who asked me if it was summer here now, since Alaska and Australia have the the same seasons, right? And I wondered if maybe my ears needed a cleaning, too.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
-From St. Paul's first letter to the Corinthians (13:4-7)